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1      I,       I|          the alcove.~ ~"Why, how warm this bed is!" cried the
2    III,     III|       west wind succeeded to the warm August sunshine; clouds
3    III,      IV| September, with its delightfully warm weather drew on apace. In
4    III,      IV|      full of the moon, and quite warm. The tulip-formed blossoms
5     IV,      II|      neck, and began to sob. Her warm tears moistened the young
6     IV,      IV|      clasp that was so close and warm that it said more than words
7   VIII,      II|         held in the young girl's warm clasp, while she spoke:~ ~"
8     IX,       I|           My wife brought a nice warm bunda to wrap you in; it
9     IX,       I|          entered it, wrapped the warm sheep-skin around her, and